Misoku hears the thud of Targa hitting his head on the tree and spins around. "What?!?!? What was that???"
In the distance, a young girl with long silver hair and red eyes had saw Léa. She smirks slightly, seeing the spilled milk and contemplates whether to help out or not.Surrounding the farmhouse, a few plants, shrouded beneath its shadow; the pathway concealed by their roots. ( I decided to rename her, btw ^-^ ) On the verge of stumbling upon them, Léa lifts her self up - tilting the bucket slightly in the process. what was half of the liquid inside the bucket, now resembles a giant white puddle.